Saturday, March 29, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Recently, I heard someone talk about sleep as being a form of reverie. That it allows you to refresh and get back to yourself and how we often times don't get enough of it. I need more of this kind of reverie, so why is it so hard to follow through with. Really, any kind of reverie is beneficial at this point.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
|THE MYSTIC WOOD|
This morning in the backyard, I heard a new sound coming from the woods as plain as day. A woodpecker feverishly pecking at his chosen tree. "Birds have nests, foxes have dens," and the woodpecker has his pocket in the tall tree. Another gift shared on a beautiful Sunday morning and it was mine. It's a tiny slice of Walden, but I'll take it.
Credit: Quoted line by Rich Mullins, "You Did Not Have A Home."
Saturday, March 8, 2014
His trees are potted in the soil
Random flowers bloom His garden
A footstool ready made will do
To stop and rest at random
The mountain rock foundation
Will hold Him well and fine
A Wild Man in heart and deed
At home in Nature divine
Even Moses had to go up to the mountain to meet God.
We meet Him too, when we pot our plants and flowers for beauty,
When we seek the woods, the moon, the sky.
We are wild at heart too,
Recognizing the hand that made this earth beauty
Had a wilderness heart behind its creation.
Photo by BookishKindCredit:
(Rich Mullins referred to God as a "Wild Man")